shake off the dust, the memories, and the early feelings.
We'll cut the ribbon tying us to them,
break our bodies, join our souls.
I can't imagine wanting.
My desire exists for you alone,
your ankles twined with mine.
What more could I ask you for?
We're not like them, you know.
They'll say we are,
pleading with us,
but you know the truth.
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